Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Emily's Quest, Series 1

Good Morning Blog Followers!  Meet Emily.  And Carter and Annie.  

One of the cooler things about a family are those who come into the family.  Emily married Mike, my half brother.  Mike and I share the same Dad - who, incidentally, is my Number One blog-reading fan!.  Mike did good!  Look at those smiles and the cutie the two of them made.  There are not many red heads in the Kinzer Family! That's Carter, their Number 1 son!!  And Annie, one heck of a good dog.  


Emily reached out to me recently asking some questions about sourdough bread making.  As I have been up to my elbows lately in flour and sourdough starter, and she is not the only one I know curious about making sour dough breads and things, I will begin a series titled, "Emily's Quest" the adventures of making sourdough bread.  

Bread needs air or it is more like a rock or a tortilla!  Air comes from bacteria eating sugar and producing gas.  Interestingly enough, it is the same bacteria that makes delicious batches of sauerkraut fermenting away on my counter tops that makes sourdough starter bubble away on my counter.  Lactobacillaceae.  The breakdown process produces lactic acid which gives sourdough its unique flavor.  Makers of many good things.  These gas pockets form and if there is a strong structure, they will be nice little pockets of air in your loaf.  Illustrated below, one of my favorite loaves - pecan bread made with some rye flour and molasses. 


Anyone interested in sourdough bread has heard stories of years-old sourdough starter, kept alive and passed from generation to generation.  "My great great grandma's aunt started this starter back in Minooka Illinois"!!  It is speculated that the whole thing came about when someone waaaaay back when left out some mixed bread dough and wild yeasts settled in making for a lighter and more airy bread.  One article I researched boldly stated, "sourdough bread is older than metal".  Wow, that's old. 

Some say you can taste the differences in various starters due to the various wild yeast types.  San Francisco, known for its sourdough bread, discovered a local yeast, named it and then found it in a number of other places!  This is a fun article to read  Wild Yeast and proclaims the most probable real truth - the flavors are generated more from the flours and sweeteners than from the yeast variety.  This article is a bit misleading, touting the benefit of these good bacteria.  Truth is, they all die when one bakes the bread.  They may have done some really good health things while rising and working, however, the health benefit of live bacteria can only be found in fermented products that have not seen heat; sauerkraut, yogurt, and kombucha, for example. 

So where does one start on this quest to make sourdough bread?  Emily is making some of her own, putting a caldron of wheat and water on her counter, inviting wild yeast to settle in and call her starter home.  I love everything from King Arthur and this is where I would go if I didn't already have starter of my own.  I have been gifted two different starters; one from a gal with whom I used to exercise and another from Addie, my all-creative blog-follower master-baker friend.  One lost its zeal and I know feed Addie's starter regularly keeping it alive with constant flour and water refreshings.  They say starter can be dried, the bacteria chilling out in the dried crispy flour flakes.  I have sent some Wyoming wild yeast for Emily to reconstitute and see if the yeast will come to life. 

Series 2 will discuss the process of making the bread.  Get out your kitchen scale (thanks for that tip Addie, you are spot-on right!), bowls and mixing spoons!  Below, some happy sourdough starter pictures.  








Sunday, October 10, 2021

Alone.

It is possible, I have found, to really get a lot done when you are all alone.  It is also lonely.  Best friend, Smoke (the dog), and I have constant conversations.  He looks at me like I'm crazy, but he is really just trying to figure out what the heck it is I am saying.  I ramble on.  It's nice to have a living being to talk to.  He listens better than Mike, but it is nice to have engagement...

Some images from the week.  I did not take a picture of the big compost bin move.  Relocated them during a drizzle yesterday morning.  Got them in a good place.  A skunk was observed skunking around during the darkness of the night - I imagine he was cleaning up that which got left.  

I did not take a picture of the house clean up and turnover.  Dani (one of the Squatters, as Dad calls Dani and Evan!) was able to gather up some of their stuff and spend the night as she makes her way to Alaska.  Why not?!  Give it a try and all of the best in Fairbanks!

I was not able to go to the garden.  Over 500 cloves of garlic await a decent day.  This storm dropped 1.65 inches of rain in Freedom and 2 inches in Hoback.  The next break may be Friday......


 

This is a close up of a loaf of sour cherry/walnut/cinnamon and sugar sourdough bread.  


Last night's cooking was making homemade lasagne noodles, building the lasagne, baking the lasgne, and today, cutting it and freezing it up for later.  Tonight, I will build some ravioli out of noodles just like these. 


Taken from my phone, the fall colors drip down the drainage across the river.  


Monday, October 4, 2021

Eating an Elephant

Imagine if everyone took small bites......sooner or later you all could eat that big elephant!  Congratulations to Mom and her relentless work accomplished and recognized at her church.  Well Done, Mom!  You inspire us all!!  

Taking and Leaving Footprints 


Friday, October 1, 2021

Home Alone

Mike is in the back country over by Cody Wyoming helping friends Seth & Alden with a full camp of elk hunters.  It is hard, these days, to find people who know how to pack a mule, how to ride a horse, and how to be in the back country.  I suppose this is not a big revelation, but it is a reflection of a niche that is becoming something of the past.  

He will stay for the elk season, their last day to hunt being October 22.  Mom will visit to care for the critters (Smoke got left behind, Ruby is up in camp) while I travel for work to Santa Fe mid month.  It is HUGE to have her come and take care of things so we can both be away.  Thank you Mom!! 

Mornings have been cold, down to the 20s.  The growing season is over, the colors are blazing, and the season turns.  These blue sky fall days are some of the very best of the year.  

Here are some late season pictures. 

Late bloomer.  Poppy next to the house's warm wall. 
 
Carrots and daikon radishes pulled from the garden.